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位于少女脚底下的那些玻璃总是那么乖巧听话。<br>而那些名为“Arcaea”的特异碎片，在她面前却始终展现出几分桀骜不驯。<br>在这饱含回忆的世界之中，几乎没有多少记忆碎片愿意主动跟随她。<br>往往都是她自行靠近，并试着观赏这些顽固不化的独特存在。<br><br>少女此刻心中的怒气，却更像是孩子的抱怨。她自那面由水晶组成的平台一跃而下。<br>身后，那被她亲手组建的结构立刻坍塌成了无用的碎块。<br>在重力完全掌控她的身体前，她举起右手，将远处自己床上的毯子召唤过来，兴奋地蜷缩了进去。<br>随后，她又将某件十分笨重，却无比柔软的事物招引了过来。<br>仅是片刻过后，她的身子便跌进了这象征怠情的王位——或者说，是一张巨大而无色的沙发椅。<br>紧接着，她从座椅中坐起身，左摇右晃地飘浮在自己家上方的半空中，半凝视着眼前好比墓园的大地万物。 | |||
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她再次深呼吸；愉快，但更多的是心满意足。<br>这次的“晨跑”如同往常一样使她感到十分幸福。<br>但当视线又一次落在遥远的天际时，她的心情不可避免地再次低落起来：<br>直到目前，她都无法获悉自己所在的这个世界的大致面积，更是对另一边天涯所存的事物一无所知。<br>也许她甚至未曾探索完这世界的三分之一……硬说是十六分之一也不为过。<br>这世界宽广无比，其中五花八门的回忆更是无穷无尽。<br>她飘游于无风的空气中，合上双眼，一阵沉思。<br>这个古老而巨大的场所，简直就像一锅大杂烩。<br>她认为，如此充满不确定性与怪诞事物的世界，不可能只是为她而存在着。<br><br>她再次张开双眼，面对着这片耀眼的天空。<br><br>或许世界的另一端，此刻正是满天星斗。<br>或许在那片天空之下，正有着其他的少女仰望着天空，期盼着白昼的到来。<br><br>身着红衣的少女沉默着，手指紧紧攥住了披在肩上的毛毯。<br><br>没有尽头的日子，其实正是一场永不消逝的崭新序章。而即将于今日发生的一切，也仍是个未知数。 | |||
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The glass beneath her feet bends so easily, but the peculiar glass—the Arcaea—has always been somewhat...<br>no, absurdly recalcitrant with her. In this world of memories, hardly any recollections will follow her,<br>and most can only be viewed or visited.<br><br>In an almost childish huff, the girl jumps from a crystal platform. Behind her, the structures she's made<br>all collapse, piece by piece. Before gravity fully takes her, she holds out her right hand, calling for the blanket<br>from her bed and swirling into it joyously. Then, she calls for something heavy, something soft. In a few<br>moments after falling, she is caught by a throne of indolence: a hefty, colorless armchair. Thus, she sits, <br>hanging in the skies above her home, half-gazing at tombstone horizons. | The glass beneath her feet bends so easily, but the peculiar glass—the Arcaea—has always been somewhat...<br>no, absurdly recalcitrant with her. In this world of memories, hardly any recollections will follow her,<br>and most can only be viewed or visited.<br><br>In an almost childish huff, the girl jumps from a crystal platform. Behind her, the structures she's made<br>all collapse, piece by piece. Before gravity fully takes her, she holds out her right hand, calling for the blanket<br>from her bed and swirling into it joyously. Then, she calls for something heavy, something soft. In a few<br>moments after falling, she is caught by a throne of indolence: a hefty, colorless armchair. Thus, she sits, <br>hanging in the skies above her home, half-gazing at tombstone horizons. | ||